The best garden party of my life

I'm writing this almost ten months after the event that's being discussed about, it's an error that should have been corrected, but I was so intimidated by the topic, by not doing justice to the great events of the day, I never wrote about it. It's a pity too, what wonderful times were had.

Here is the course of events, in the most boring and matter-of-fact way possible. If there's time I'll add color and spice to the description, to try to make you live the day, experience it the way I did, but it's bedtime and there's four hours of nonstop meetings tomorrow at 6am so it's...uncertain.

Friend PU had invited me to a house party in Lalitpur, the fancy part where all the rich INGO expats lived. I hadn't really given it a second thought because there was lots happening and a 'party' is often a code for people getting very drunk and noisy and running around, which wasn't something I was excitedly looking forward to. Old friends would be there, that much was known, and it was enough to keep one engaged and slightly interested.

How did we get there? PU should have had her car but she didn't. I remember walking up to there, it was somebody's birthday and my friend met me outside. It was such a fantastic house, fully rented by the couple that was in upper management in the American company that does factory of data in the cloud, and they had subleased the ground floor to a couple of young non-profit workers, girls from  Europe and America in a unit that looked like it could be straight out of Southern Spain. Cool, white, open.

Oh and the house had a massive backyard. A large garden that could host a dance party with hundreds of people, and a kitchen garden beyond that.

Where do I start: there was so much food, way more food than anybody could ever eat, the people there were a good mixture of Nepalis and non-Nepalis, and everybody was cool and chill and fun to talk to, I met old pals from KCM days, had really interesting eye-opening conversations with dozens of people, there was a really good dj who played through the night, everybody danced on the outdoors dance floors until wee hours of the morning, it was a literal dance party with a really good dj playing at somebody's house, and I knew so many people there. I have never had an experience like that, not in Nepal. Because it's a family connection, not friends-and-fun situation. And not in Kathmandu, never. Who has that sort of land, and who even organizes these fun parties that don't turn into weird show-offy loud boisterous fights soon after midnight! Not Nepalis, not those I know. And possibly, not non-Nepalis of the older generation. It was the right mix of people, in the right place, and the right time.

It was heaven.

I would like to find myself in such situations in the future, forevermore. I wasn't stressed out about the state of the world, I wasn't worried about the I/NGO talk -- which was my biggest fear early in the morning -- I wasn't lonely or friendless, so many contacts there, and I didn't feel lost. It was so. my.jam. Restrained luxury.

Yum, yum, yum.